Sweep's diabetes has been very difficult to regulate recently (he has a condition called acromegaly which means he can be quite resistant to insulin at times.)
Last week, I had to take him to the vet because it was getting entirely out of control: we were getting high readings throughout the day (the Somogyi effect was ruled out) and he was lethargic. Transpires he had a high temperature (still suffering the after effects of the flu jab I think) and was given abs. Trying to pill him was a major feat, but we finally found he had a weakness for ham.
Now snuffle-free and perky, he was due a mini-curve today before a review at the vets this pm. Only OH did his first reading this morning: it was quite low, and in his infinite wisdom, he administered the normal insulin and didn't think to tell me until afterwards. He had no idea that he had potentially given him a fatal dose. You can imagine my hysteria...
11:30 am Sweep's sugar levels dropped to dangerous levels (and he had already had twice the normal amount of food and was so full he wouldn't eat anymore). I rang the vets to arrange to take him in as an emergency, but they suggested trying honey on the gums first. It seems to have done the trick. Vet is ringing me later to discuss next step.
Honestly don't know how much more stress I can take.